Chapter 19
Byron quickly redialed, but the call went straight to voicemail. A deep frown creased his brow.
“Mr. McDaniel, your grandfather called again–he’s insisting you visit soon, Archer said, hurrying over.
Byron’s gaze lingered on his phone for a moment before he gave a slight nod and stepped into the elevator.
pressing his i
In the underground parking lot, he settled into the back seat of the car, lightly against the wound on his abdomen, his mind deep in thought. “Take me to the Reese residence, he instructed.
“Yes, sir,” the driver replied.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the Reese residence.
Scott had an engagement that evening, and Valda was out shopping, leaving Maeve alone at home.
After nearly two days and nights of being locked up. Maeve was completely drained. She lay on the cold floor, barely conscious, her strength almost entirely spent.
What jolted Maeve awake was the loud crack of the door lock breaking and the blinding rush of light flooding into the dark. storage room.
Through the glare, she saw Byron’s tall, commanding figure striding toward her, his presence cutting through the light.
Maeve squinted up at him, her hand weakly grasping the hem of Byron’s coat. Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “Help… help
me…
Byron looked down at her frail, trembling hands, his face impassive. “Can you move?”
Maeve shook her head weakly, her movements slow and laborec
“Ugh, how troublesome, Byron muttered, his impatience evident
Maeve bit her dry lips, her fingers loosening their grip on his coat.
But before she could react, Byron bent down and lifted her into his arms, turning to carry her out.
Maeve, taken aback, stared up at his sharp jawline as a wave of dizziness hit her. She closed her eyes, pressing her hands. against her stomach to soothe the gnawing hunger.
As they reached the bottom of the stairs, they ran into Valda, who had returned for her wallet.
Seeing Byron carrying Maeve, Valda’s face twisted in shock. “How did you get in here? Put my daughter down right now- Byron shot her a cold, piercing look. “Move.” His voice was firm and commanding
Terrified of Scott’s wrath, Valda didn’t step aside. Instead, she clised after Byron as he carried Maeve out of the building. “You can’t just take my daughter! She’s already agreed to divorce you! If you keep this up, I’ll call the police!
“And let me tell you, Jeff is madly in love with Maeve and won’t marry anyone else. You’re just a driver–don’t fool yourself into thinking you have a chance with her
Byron cast a cold, sidelong glance at Valda, his gaze clulling the air around him.
Marve, feeling the weight of his imposing presence, was struck by how a mere driver could exude such authority despite the humiliation he’d endured:
Chapter 19
As she thought back over the past few days with Byron, doubt crept in for the first time. Is he really just a driver?” she wondered.
